Omaha daily bee., 1887-07-24
THE MODEL MILLIONAIRE.
London World,

in being Il charming fellow. Romance
the privilege of the rich, not the pro-
fesslon of the unemployed. The poor
should be practical and prosac. 1t is
better to have a permanent income than
to he fascinating. These are the great
truths of modern life which Hughie En-
skine never realized. Poor Hughie! In
tellectually, we must admit he was not
of much importance. He never said
either brilliant or an ill-natured thing
in his life. But then he was wonderfully
good-looki ng, with his crisp brown hair,
his clear cut profile. and his gray eyes.
He was AS popular with men as he was
with women, and he had every accom-
| pllshment except that of making money.
| His father had bequeathed him his cav
airy sword and a History of the PENN
| sular War in fifteen volumns. Hughie
hung the first over his looking glass, put
! the second on shelf between Ruff's
Guide and Bailey's Magazine, and lived
| on two hundred year that an old aunt
| allowed him. He had tried everything.
He had gone on the stock exchange for
six months, but what was butterfly to
do among bulls and bears? He had been
q tea merchant for little longer, but
had soon tired of Pekoe and Souchong.
Then he had tried selling dry sherry.
That did not answer. Ultimately he be
came nothing-a delightful, Intellectual
| young man, with perfect profile and no
profession.
To make matters worse he was in love.
The girl he loved was Laura Merton, the
daughter OF a retired colonel who had
lost his temper and digestion in India,
and had never found either of them
again. Laura adored him, and he was
ready to kiss her shoestrings. They were
the handsomest couple in London, and
had not II penny-pece between them.
The colonel was very fond OF Hughe, but
he would not hear of any engagement
Come to me, my boy, when you have
got 10000 of your own and we will see
about it, he used to say; Hughie looked
| very glum on those days, and had to go
to Laura for consolation.
One morning as he was on his way to
Holland park where the Mertons lived,
ne dropped in to see great friend OF his
! Alan Trevor. Trevor was painter. In.
deed few persons escape that nowadays.
But he was also an artist, and artists are
rather rare Personally he was strange,
rough fellow, with freckled face and
red hair. However, when he took up the
brush he was real master, and his pic
lures were eagerly sought after: He had
l
first, bel acknowledged, entirely on &C.
count of his good looks. THE only peo-
pie painter should know" he used to
say, "are people who are bette and beau
tiful; people who are An artistic pleasure
to look at and an intellectual repose to
talk to. Dandies aud darllngs rule the
world" However, after he got to know
Hughie better, he liked him quite as
much for his bright buoyant spirit and
his generous, reckless nature, and had
given him the permanent entree to his
studio.
When Hughie came in he found Trevor
putting the flushing touches TO Won
The beggar himself was standing on a
raised platform in a corner OF the studio.
He was weazened old man, with face
like wrinkled parchment and most
piteous expression. Over his shoulders
was flung coarse brown cloak, all tears
and tatters; his thick boots We're patched
and cobbled, and with one hand he
other he held out his battered hat for
aims.
"What an amazing modeln whispered
IIughic, as he shook hands with his
: friend.
IAN amazing model" shouted Trevor,
, so! Such beggars as he are not to be
, cher; living yelasquezl My stars
what an etching Rembrandt would have
, made of himn'
; "Poor old chapH said Hughie, ''how
! miserable he looks! But suppose to
painters his face is his fortune?"
Certainly" replied Trevor; 'you
don't want a beggar to look happy, do
, "How much does model get for sit
; tings" asked Hughie, rs he found him
self comfortable seat on divan.
T IA shilling an hour"
, "And how much do you get for YOU
. picture, Alans"
3 oh, Tor this get thousand"
). "Guiness. Painters. poets, and physi
: ! clans always get guineas."
. well, think the model should have
y percentage. said Hughie, laughing; "the,
2 work quite as hard as you do"
4 Nonsense, nonsense! Why look at tn,
e trouble of laying on the paint alone, ant
, standing all day long at ones easel! it,
: all very we'll, Hughie, for you to talk, bu
n ] assure you that there are moment
a when art approaches the dignity of man
!, ual labor. But you mustn't chatter; Tn
n very busy. Smoke cigarette. and keel
i quiet"
d After some time the servant came IN
d and told Trevor that the framemake
J, wanted to speak to him.
$ "Dont run away. Hughie." he SAID. a
he went out; "I'll be back in moment
Q The old beggar-man took advantage O
s Trevor's absence to rest for moment OF
S . wooden bench behind him. He locke,
r so forlorn and wretched that Hughie coul'
d not help pittying him, and nc fel, in hi
4 pockets 10 see what money he had. AL
e he could find as a sovereign and SOM
Q cappers. "Poor old fellow" he though
}. to himself, "he wants II more than dc
}. but II means no hansoms for fortnight.
and he walked across the studio and slip